The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 663 Ch.662 The tail before the appointment

The reason why I say "ambitious" is because Randolph guessed that the running and connecting must have passed through Peggy Street.

How much transfer and sharing of interests were involved, and how did the Gray Party start the confrontation, and then put the surname "Street" on the other end of the scale: the golden tray of the Royal Party.

"That girl is not a simple person."

Randolph's evaluation of her is not low.

"Oh, Miss Street is indeed smarter than ordinary people." Roland recalled the treacherous and treacherous secret struggles in Inns Town, making it difficult to determine the conspiracy of the truth until now, and that naive, sincere and hypocritical face.

"Not smarter than others, Roland. What I mean is that she knows how to look down on the whole chessboard from a high place better than most people-knowing when to give up and knowing how to choose her own future."

Randolph said.

"This is a smart girl. Although Sarah... and the story you told me, I don't have a good impression of her, but I still have to say this."

"Compared to her political and career intelligence and ambition, you are just like a four or five-year-old child."

Roland: "But you owe me two dragons."

Randolph: ****

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With the help of Randolph Sucker Taylor, the property will soon be in the hands of Roland Collins.

——Originally, Taylor's help should have ended here.

All the subsequent trivial matters (repairs, decoration) should be taken care of by Roland himself, after all, it is his house.

However.

When Randolph casually asked the other party how he wanted to decorate his first property in London, his friend who never made a fuss gave the usual fussless answer.

'Can architects do everything? '

'Of course within a certain range. '

'As I say? '

'As you say, Roland. After all, you pay. '

'First, a house in a jungle environment, dead branches, shrubs and fallen leaves, and my cookies. Then I want a house——’

‘I see. Since you don’t have any ideas, leave it to me. ’

Randolph really didn’t want to argue with Roland about why he couldn’t build a house for a snake.

Unless he finished the work and killed the architect and the workers.

Otherwise, you can wait to become famous.

Idiot.

‘Are you saying that on purpose? Just to get my help? ’

‘Will you? ’

‘…I fucking do. It’s my honor to be your friend, Roland. ’

‘I think so too. ’

‘You should say “me too”. ’

‘I think so too. ’

Anyway.

After making Randolph half angry, Mr. Merchant ‘toughly’ rejected Roland’s actions of doing it himself and asking the workers to do it after oral instructions - except for the purchase, he took care of all the subsequent work:

Find an outstanding architect, an artist, and some law-abiding workers.

Then, connect the damn house of his damn friend into a bigger one.

On the third day after Roland replied, the second letter was sent from Rupert's house.

Regarding the 'perfume' he mentioned, Mr. Pink Eyes gave an unsurprising answer.

"You are lucky, Mr. Collins."

"You have become Taylor's friend, and I don't know where you got a recipe."

"You should really thank your fate."

"Every day."

That's all.

It's not difficult to understand.

No communication, all irony.

Rupert Benevento meant that with Roland's background and ability, he should not be in this situation today - if it weren't for good luck, he should be living in a place like a coach house, spending a few cents and hanging on a rope.

Thank your fate, your good luck.

Roland took out the pen he had 'borrowed' from Taylor's house and replied under this letter:

"You too."

Re-sent it back.

- By the way, the pen with the golden head was not 'borrowed' like Rose, it was too immoral to take it without asking.

Roland had asked Randolph and obtained the consent of the owner of the fountain pen.

"I don't think there is any difference between 'borrow me for a hundred years' and 'give it to me'."

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I also said please.

"No wonder Randolph Taylor praised you for learning to say 'please'."

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Where did he praise me?

"In my heart."

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Then I always praise you in my heart like this.

"You can die if you suffer a loss! You can die! You can die!"

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Hehe...

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How am I dressed today?

The man in the mirror raised his arms.

The sunlight was just right.

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Black hair and golden eyes, like a rose of the right age to be seen, blooming tenderly in the invisible gold foil.

The turtleneck set off his unique silhouette, the light grey vest showed off his slender waist, the skillful servant re-braided his hair and pinned a turquoise ring at the end of his hair as a finishing touch - adding a touch of bright color to the serious dark style that echoed with the golden eyes.

"...My master."

When he smiled, he was a suave playboy, and when he was solemn, he was like the sun that did not sing in the gray cracks.

Halida stood aside, silently admiring her master.

She didn't expect the high and blazing sun to bow to a wild dog that once lingered in the mud, but the brilliant and blazing light had already burned her whole body and made her soft as ointment.

"...My master."

The foreigner in the foreign skin kept mumbling in his heart with the same foreign slang.

She was like a silent and serious light brown Doberman, with silver misty eyes focusing on every inch of her clothes:

Whether they were standard and appropriate, whether the color matching and angle were suitable for the next occasion, and, not to let anyone say even the slightest mistake.

She was serious and even the sharpest detective could not find any flaws. It was as if the soul of a living person who combined tailor, maid and etiquette officer was taken out and stuffed into the flesh of a steady and taciturn hound.

The greatest dream of a hound is to rank among the top ranks of the dog pack and become the favorite of the owner.

Fortunately.

Her owner only had one dog.

The demanding maid took a good look, took a half step back, and bent her knees gently.

"You are perfect, sir."

Her lips were straight and her expression was dull, as if she had only accomplished a trivial task and saw someone who did not surprise anyone much -

However, in her heart.

The silver-eyed hound had already been wagging its tail like crazy, running around and messing up its internal organs.

She endured the melting joints, and stretched her legs above and below the knees to provide enough strength to support her body, so as not to make a big fool of herself in front of her master - just like that, she melted like mud, softly stuck to the floor, trembling and barking loudly.

This can't be, Halida.

The maid's muscles tightened, her face was tense, and she took a difficult second step back.

"Have a nice day."

Roland thanked him politely, and chose a relatively simple cane, put the pocket watch borrowed from Fernandez into his inner pocket, and put the gold fountain pen borrowed from Randolph's study into his pocket.

"You too, Halida."

Roland dodged his feet and turned to face his maid.

"The club that Rose invited me to happens to pass by the market. Do you want anything?"

Halida pursed her lips and put on an expression that was a mixture of Theresa and Tom - a vivid and rigid expression that often appeared on the faces of senior servants.

She is good at observation and learns things quickly.

"The master shouldn't buy jewelry for the maid casually."

Roland suddenly realized: "Oh, so you want jewelry."

Halida: ...

She really couldn't control her tail that no one else could see.